I spent most of yesterday afternoon talking to Jason on the telephone. Jason is a pleasant young man who is given to saying things like, "Gee, that's weird" or "Hmmm .... I've never seen that before."
You may notice that I'm not using a pseudonym for Jason. That's because I am hoping he will not become part of my life.
I think my blogging friends must have succeeded in intimidating the tech support people at the computer store, because I did get my computer back in record time. I was very happy until I realized that most of my applications did not work. This discovery was what led to the whole series of phone calls to Jason, the first of which began with him saying, "Oh, yeah, didn't I tell you? You have to re-install everything."
One of the saddest things about this whole computer crisis is that I have a houseful of teenagers, many of whom are computer geeks, one of whom is supposedly the smartest kid in the county, and none of them will even look at my computer because it's a Mac. My whole reason for having children was so that I would have my own tech support team, and then I went and bought the wrong kind of computer. Oh, well.
Anyhow, I think that my computer is working again. But I don't want to say it too loudly. I think maybe all that screaming and yelling upset the poor thing. So I am going to go ahead and start writing about my monastery trip, in hopes that the some peaceful thoughts will soothe the hard drive.